S.M. 1 O UNEXHAUSTED grace! O love unsearchable! I am not gone to my own place, I am not yet in hell! Earth doth not open yet, My soul to swallow up! And hanging o'er the burning pit, I still am forced to hope.
2 I hope at last to find The kingdom from above, The settled peace, the constant mind, The everlasting love; The sanctifying grace That makes me meet for home: I hope to see thy glorious face, Where sin can never come.
3 What shall I do to keep The blessed hope I feel? Still let me pray, and watch, and weep, And serve thy pleasure still; O may I never grieve My kind, long-suffering Lord! But steadfastly to Jesus cleave, And answer all his word.
4 Lord, if thou hast bestowed On me this gracious fear, This horror of offending God, O keep it always here! And that I never more May from thy ways depart, Enter with all thy mercy's power, And dwell within my heart.
